The sea pinks leap up at my feet today—
sprightly pink, blossom puffs.
The sea pinks, the cowslips,
the candytuft are saying, Home, home.
Even the flax, in all its grey
swaying, says, Staying, staying—
But I think of the untamable
flame-red hibiscus that said, Roam, roam,
And the forget-me-nots bend
their tiny blue heads—
leaving. Leaving.
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